Bad Boss (Unprofessional Bad Boys Book 2)

by Clarissa Wild

  Bad Boss

  By Clarissa Wild

  BAD BOSS © 2017 Clarissa Wild

  Cover art by Clarissa Wild’s Booming Covers

  Copy Editing by Editing4Indies

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, organizations, or person, whether living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters in this book are eighteen years of age or older.

  License Notes

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  Books by Clarissa Wild

  Standalones

  Mr. X

  Twenty-One (21)

  Ultimate Sin

  Viktor

  Father

  Dark Romance

  Delirious Series

  Stalker & Killer (prequel to Stalker)

  Wicked Bride Games & Dirty Wife Games

  New Adult

  Fierce Series

  Blissful Series

  Ruin

  Erotic Romance

  The Billionaire’s Bet Series

  Enflamed Series

  Bad Teacher

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  Table of Contents

  Description

  Music Playlist

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Epilogue

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  About Clarissa Wild

  Description

  What do men want more than anything? Money and women.

  As the CEO of one of the biggest companies in the city, I am one lucky man.

  Everyone wants a taste of what I’ve got to offer, and it’s massive. Girls fight over me in droves.

  In my fantasy, of course. I had to make some sacrifices to get to the top.

  To protect myself and the company, I always have to hide my dirty little secret…

  I’m a panty sniffer.

  What? A man has needs. Mine are just a bit more… outrageous. Instead of dating, I hoard panties.

  Except it’s about to blow up in my face.

  Why?

  Because a beautiful girl just showed up for a job interview … the same girl I just bought a pair of panties from anonymously…

  And what do I do?

  I let my junk do the thinking, and hire her as my intern.

  Author’s note: Don’t take it too hard, it’s just a book, not a big D. But this guy does have one. I’m not kidding. His schlong is huge, and his ego is too, so beware. And as always … if you don’t like slapstick jokes and corny romance, don’t bother to read.

  Music Playlist

  “Sexy and I Know It” by LMFAO

  “Say My Name” by Peking Duk

  “At Your Beck and Call” by July Talks

  “Ain’t No Other Man” by Christina Aguilera

  “Candy Man” by Christina Aguilera

  “Pretty Woman” by Roy Orbison

  “Under You” by Nick Jonas

  “Close” by Nick Jonas ft. Tove Lo (Louis Vivet Remix)

  “Weak” by AJR

  “Switch” by Will Smith

  “Get Right” by Jennifer Lopez

  “Greedy” by Ariana Grande

  “Swalla” by Jason Derulo

  Chapter 1

  TJ

  “Used panties.”

  I bite my lip as I type the words into the search box and click on the familiar website I’ve been going to for ages to satisfy my cravings.

  I check my office door to make sure it is locked before I sink into my leather chair and start browsing through the offers. I need something pink. Something cute … but sassy. Something fiery and so damn wrong. Just like me.

  What?

  There’s nothing wrong with wanting to sniff panties.

  A man has needs. Mine are just a bit more … outrageous.

  It’s not a problem. No one’s getting hurt. As long as nobody knows, of course … because I’m sure my ass would be the first on the line.

  I had my trusty door lock installed for this exact reason—so no one could come snoop on my serious business. Hey, a guy like me has to get his fix from somewhere, right?

  I know, I know. Get laid.

  Fuck some pussy.

  Lick a clit.

  That’s what all the other guys do, and I agree, it’s fantastic. But as amazing as having sex with a woman is, nothing can compare to smelling their scent on their panties. Nothing.

  Which is why I have a drawer full of them at home.

  Maybe it’s a stupid idea to search for some new ones here at the office, but I can’t help myself. Whenever I’m stressed out, I just need to distract myself by giving myself something nice. What can I say? I’m a self-enabler. Guilty as charged.

  Still, as a man in my position, it can get quite dangerous at times.

  Being the CEO of a company comes with the necessary levels of stress that I need to deflect, which I do … by sniffing panties.

  Just your average hobby. Nothing more.

  I smile as I come across pages and pages of delicious panties, but nothing looks even remotely like what I’m looking for. Rubbing my lips together, I wonder whether today is not my day. I’m not willing to give up yet, though. I still have cravings to satisfy.

  So I click away and find a new website. I haven’t been to this site before, and I don’t recognize it. It’s new. And when I open the page, the first thing I notice is that just one person runs it.

  A girl, nonetheless. And she has a collection of panties for sale that could make any man’s tongue drop.

  Fuck.

  Sweet pink, canary yellow, ocean blue, fiery red … in all the crazy fabrics. She’s got them all.

  “Mother of God,” I mutter, leaning in as I grasp my laptop tight. “I’ve hit the mother lode.”

  A girl with a slightly curvy, streamlined body, thin but with a perky butt … in the most perfect pair of panties I’ve ever seen. And she’s posted the most mouthwatering pictures.

  Deal.

  I don’t even have to check the price. I don’t care.

  I’m so damn easy to persuade.

  When I see something I want, I go for it, no matter the cost. And hot damn … do I want to smell that pussy on those panties, I think to myself as I stare at that perfect pair of pink see-through panties on her round butt.

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nbsp; Licking my top lip, I search for a buy button, but I find nothing except a contact form. I shrug. I have no problem emailing her to get the job done. Nothing breaks the uncomfortable barrier quite like talking directly to the girl responsible for your jerk-off even though you know you’ll never meet her in person.

  Is it shady?

  Is it all kinds of wrong?

  Hell fucking yes, but you know what they say about addicts … nothing will get in the way of their fix.

  And if this is my addiction, then so be it. At least it won’t kill me, so I’ve got that going for me, which is nice.

  I open the contact form and start typing away.

  From: Pantysniffer3000@gmail.com

  To: Pantylicious@gmail.com

  Hello,

  I’m interested in buying some of your panties. If I’m happy with your service, I’ll probably buy more too.

  I like the pink lace. Do you have a sample for me? More pictures? More options?

  I’m curious to find out more about the story behind them as well if you’re willing to divulge.

  Looking forward to your answer,

  Panty Sniffing Boss

  I smirk.

  Yeah, thought up that little gem all by myself.

  It’s not like I can just come out with my name and let the whole damn world know I’m a pervert, now can I? I need to be undercover. Subtle and secretive. Like a ninja.

  No one knows anything about me. Or at least, nothing I don’t want them to know. Like this, for example. Only one person has found out, and it didn’t end well. Suffice to say, I learned my lesson the hard way. Never share your private secrets with anyone, and make sure they never find out without you knowing it either. It stops everyone from getting hurt.

  What I want is to just be able to give in to my desires without anyone judging, but since that’s not an option, I’ll take doing it in full secrecy instead. I always ship the packages to my home after ordering them via a secure proxy, so no one will find out it was me.

  Who knows where the panties come from. I don’t, that’s for sure.

  The sellers don’t say who they are or where they live.

  That’s just how it goes. No personal information is exchanged because you never know what might happen. Some dirty perv might end up snooping around on their porch. Nope, that’d be a sure thing I’d want to avoid, so I completely understand.

  But it is strange, though … I mean, those panties could come from anyone.

  Even my next-door neighbor.

  Or that hot chick from the deli store down the block.

  That’d be a wet dream. I grin.

  Suddenly, the familiar jingle of my email pulls me from my thoughts. An email just came in … from the panty girl.

  “Wow, you’re quick,” I mumble as I open the email.

  From: Pantylicious@gmail.com

  To: Pantysniffer3000@gmail.com

  Hi there,

  Yes, of course. I’ve included some pictures of the pink lace underwear. If you meant a different one, let me know, and I’ll send over some pics. I have different colors of the same type too. I can sell you a set.

  I can tell you more about when I wore them and what I did, but I don’t know what you’re looking for. Do you have anything specific you want to know? These pink ones were worn on a day out to the mall. I had them on for an entire day.

  As for the price, it’s $30 for one, $50 for three, and you can have eight for $100. You can send the money to this email via PayPal.

  Have a great day,

  Pantylicious

  Whoa, this girl is up in her business, and for an individual running that type of website, it’s impressive. Does she do this often? I wonder.

  “Interesting,” I mumble, typing back my response.

  From: Pantysniffer3000@gmail.com

  To: Pantylicious@gmail.com

  Hey,

  Awesome. Looks great. I’d love to have three of those. Can you include the pink one and 2 other colors? I’ve sent the money to your PayPal.

  Also … what do you do for a living? And what do you look like?

  Three. Maybe I should’ve picked the option that includes eight. I’m not sure three will do.

  I mean … with all these products launching simultaneously and having to pitch every single one to the shareholders really pulls a number on your stress levels.

  So I’m gonna need to fill up my dirty drawer to the brim.

  From: Pantylicious@gmail.com

  To: Pantysniffer3000@gmail.com

  I’m sorry, but what does my profession have to do with you buying my panties?

  Thanks for the money.

  Feisty. I like that …

  From: Pantysniffer3000@gmail.com

  To: Pantylicious@gmail.com

  If I’m going to buy panties from a girl, it’d better be legal. Plus, it helps with the fantasy, you know?

  Besides, if I like what you have to offer, I might be interested in buying more, but that all depends on the fantasy you’re willing to sell.

  PS: I like your fire. Redhead?

  Her reply is almost instant.

  From: Pantylicious@gmail.com

  To: Pantysniffer3000@gmail.com

  No. Medium length, dark blond hair. I’m a Caucasian in her twenties, college grad. Just a regular girl trying to make a buck.

  Any other private information you wish to be privy to?

  I’ll send your package out today; I’ll let you know when I have a tracking code.

  PS: If we’re going to go back and forth like this, we might as well talk in a chat. That is if you’re interested in buying more of the goods. You can reach me on Twitter: @Pantylicious

  Well, fuck me. First base already.

  I smirk. She’s bold. I like that. Not afraid to go after what she wants, which is obviously money, and that’s okay. I have plenty.

  I start my Twitter and create a new account using the same email I have for buying panties, and I go to her profile to send a DM.

  Pantysniffer3000: Well, this is much easier. But I am curious why you chose to give me your Twitter. Things like that could be dangerous for you.

  Pantylicious: Should I be scared now?

  Pantysniffer3000: No, of course not. You can trust me.

  Pantylicious: Great. Because you know what happens if that turns out to be a lie.

  I narrow my eyes. What happens? Is this a threat? It only makes me more interested in her. Probably not the reaction she was hoping for.

  Pantysniffer3000: Amuse me.

  Pantylicious: I have your email. If you do anything against the law, I can show it to the cops.

  Pantysniffer3000: You’re selling me your panties … I think this is a two-way street.

  Pantylicious: Fine. I’ll trust you if you trust me.

  Pantysniffer3000: I have no other choice, now do I? You already have my payment, so you have all the information you need from me.

  Pantylicious: Don’t think I care enough to find out who you are.

  Pantysniffer3000: Aww, you hurt my feelings.

  Pantylicious: You can get in line with the other million dudes.

  Pantysniffer3000: So angry. Do you want to chase me away? You’ll be missing out on all that $$ you definitely want

  Pantylicious: What do you want? I’m already sending you my panties.

  Pantysniffer3000: Relax, I don’t wanna marry you. I just want to get to know the story behind the panties.

  Pantylicious: There’s not a lot to know. They’re cotton. Probably made in China. What else can I say?

  She’s so damn bold. I love it.

  I don’t know why, but she’s the first girl in ages that I really wanna talk to. Like, for some reason … her starting this business on her own and working her ass off makes me feel connected to her. Much more than I do with the other girls. They feel anonymous on that website. Not real. But she … she’s different. Tangible. Like she’s only a few blocks away, lying on her bed in a tank top and chatting away on her laptop
while eating candy bars.

  I probably just have an overactive imagination.

  Pantysniffer3000: I get it. You don’t like talking about yourself. Totally not to any random stranger. I totally get it. I’m just … sorry.

  I sigh. Maybe I should’ve thought this through.

  Pantylicious: I understand. It’s okay. We all have this urge to talk to random people sometimes.

  Pantysniffer3000: Yeah, exactly. Except you’re the girl I happen to be buying panties from. Which makes it awkward.

  Pantylicious: Nothing awkward about it. I do it all the time.

  Pantysniffer3000: Get a lot of customers?

  Pantylicious: Sorta. Not bucket loads, but it pays for my college loans, which is nice.

  Pantysniffer3000: I gotta hand it to you, that’s a smart move. Selling these through dubious sites must be challenging but worth the effort. I wish I’d thought up something that smart when I graduated college.

  Pantylicious: What do you do then?

  Pantysniffer3000: Interested in me now, huh?

  Pantylicious: You pried into my life, so now I get to pry into yours. Spill.

  Pantysniffer3000: Fine. I’ve got a standard douchebag haircut, cheesy grin, and I’m a corporate asshole. That’s what others call my job anyway. I also like big butts, and I cannot lie. Satisfied?

  Pantylicious: Funny. I like that.